Who: Felicia Hardy & OTA (someone who possibly followed her) What: She's not a leader, so she proves that to herself Where: Art Gallery in Lawrence When: Night of the 6th May Rating: TBD Status: In Progress
Well there it was. Job done. She'd passed the leadership off to Jess who seemed entirely better at it than she could ever be with all her ideas and plans for teams. Considering it a job well done Felicia had gone right back to her apartment to dress in black and white and sneak out one of the windows, casting a grapple line to the next building the start of her nights entertainment. Because Felicia needed to be herself, needed to remind herself that she wasn't a leader nor would she ever be, she was the Black Cat. She was a thief, and while far from a real villian she did find herself on the wrong side of the heroes more times than she could count. But this time it wouldn't come to that. It would just be something small. Lifting something from the art gallery to prove that she still could. She knew there was a exhibition on royal jewels, including a tiara that wasn't as well guarded as they liked to think. Or it was, just not from someone like her. And oh it was freeing just to be out again, flying across the city building to building much as she found herself missing her Spider. There'd be a moralistic debate about power and responsibilty and she'd flirt her way out and go and steal the tiara anyway. That's how she worked. She wasn't a leader, she wasn't the one they needed in charge and she needed to prove that tonight. Mostly to herself.
Reaching the art gallery, Felicia swung a grapple line to the building she knew containted the tiara. She'd wandered through the exhibit a few days previously and gotten the info she needed. Turned out Lawrence was far from New York in terms of security not to mention things hadn't been back on track since the bugs, security was woefully lax and she could probably do this job blindfolded. Not that she would.
She'd need to cut glass, lower herself down, disable one tiny pointless little alarm and then the tiara was hers and her point was proven. She didn't need the thing, she had enough money thanks to the wish to never have to worry about funds but she had decided she wanted it and that was how she worked. That had always been how she worked. No one would be hurt from the loss of the tiara. She wasn't a bad person much as they always told her stealing was wrong. She did what she had always done. Even here. It was a ridiculous concept. Her in charge, her in command. She'd done what she could but now she wanted to run as fast and as far from those responsibilities as she ever could.
She started to cut through the glass. Not an easy job for most people but she was the Black Cat.